Relic Hunters! (closed)

"It is hard not to keep a few mementos, or something that stirs the soul." Drina said.

She motioned him to the sofa. "No, tell me now. Do you want another drink? Some thing more to eat?"

The things in Drina's great room were for public consumption, but in her bedroom...she had a number of artistic nudes and erotica hanging on the walls and grouping of bawdy netsuke carved from ivory on some shelves. Tucked safely in her own 'secret cabinet,' was a collection of various dildos through the ages. Porcelain ones from North America, used by whaler's wives, jade ones form the orient. Glass ones from her own Italy, a few old leather ones from Egypt... Her colleagues would be quite scandalized. Jesse would probably quirk that half smile of his and say something flippant.
 
Jesse shook his head at the offer for another drink. He removed his tie and opened the top buttons on his shirt before sitting down with a sigh. "It's my dad. It's kind of a long story. See, when Ciaran and I were kids, the only job we could get was as newsies. Terrible job. But when we weren't barking headlines we spent all our time talking about what we were going to do when we got older. I was ten and he was eight when we had it all figured out. He was going to go to law school and stand up for the little guy. People like our neighbors, our friends. Me... I wanted to get the hell out of the slums and see the world. He saved money for college, I saved it for a gun and tickets overseas.

"It eventually worked out. I went on my first trip overseas to the Polynesian Islands when I was 17. Ciaran went to college three years later. Meanwhile, our dad was drafted to fight in the Great War. They made him a sniper, and he was damn good at it too. Served two tours of duty before they gave him an honorable discharge when he injured his back. When he came home, he taught me how to shoot. But I stupidly made the mistake of telling him what I was doing on all these adventures."

Jesse leaned forward, putting his chin on his knuckles. He was silent for a moment. "We didn't talk for a while after that. It was Christmas of '22. Finally had it out. Ciaran was making something of himself, while his eldest son was gallivanting around the globe as a glorified grave robber."

He looked over at Drina, regret in his features. "I thought the old man was full of it. We barely speak to each other anymore. Ciaran tried to defend me, but Dad wouldn't listen. After a while I couldn't take it anymore. That's why I sold my house. Coming home was such a chore after the whole ordeal that I decided to just sell the damn thing so Manhattan wouldn't feel like a home. The last six months were the longest I've stayed in the States since."

Finally Jesse sighed and leaned back in the couch, slouching into it a little and staring up at the ceiling. "I told my dad about the gae bulg. That I was going to find it and bring it to a museum... He called me a liar. Said I was just out to rob another grave and was trying to trick him into keeping me in the will. We fought. In the end... he turned his back on me. And it's too late to take back the things I said to him." He turned his head to look at Drina. "That's why I'm here. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not so much of a heel that I'm going to sell out my family's history. My father is wrong, and I'm going to prove it."

He took Drina's hand and looked her square in the eye. "That's why I want your help. You're the only person I trust to help me get the job done."
 
Drina sat next to Him on the sofa. "Oh, Jesse. To have your father feel that way about you..." Drina said with true concern. Family was very important to her. But she also knew what it was like to have a disagreement so strong it rocked the relationship. She had always been strong willed. If she hadn't been, her father would have married her off by now. He could still force a marriage on her, but they had come to an understanding.

"I'll help you. You know I will." She put her hand on his thigh and patted it affectionately. She smiled at him. "If it is a real artifact and not some myth, we will find the gae bulg and you can give it to whichever museum you see fit and then your father will know you mean what you say."

She crossed her legs and brushed his shin with her stockinged foot. "You're very sexy when you are doing the right thing." She gave him a sultry smile. She hated this glum Jesse, he was no fun at all.
 
Jesse looked at Drina with a sincere smile on his face. Of course he knew she would help. That one look spoke volumes about how much he trusted her. It was a look he had never shown anyone before in a lifetime of keeping others at arm's length.

At her comment, the expression morphed into his characteristic half-grin and he pulled the gypsy girl into his lap. "Is that a fact? Don't spread that around. I have my reputation as a bad boy to protect, after all." His arms snaked firmly around her waist and he lowered his lips to place several insistent kisses on her neck.
 
Drina sighed a little. This was more like _her_ Jesse. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her body to him crossing one leg over his thigh. "Your reputation is safe with me." She grinned and kissed him on the lips.

"Why don't you show me just what a bad boy you are." She began undoing his shirt buttons.
 
At that Jesse gave Drina a wicked grin. He let her unbutton his shirt only to scoop her up and put her over his shoulder. Carrying her like a rag doll, he stood up and crossed to the door he guessed led to the bedroom. His guess was correct and he strode over to Drina's bed, dropping her on the mattress and pouncing on her immediately. "Is this what you had in mind?" he asked as he began to remove her jacket and open the buttons on her blouse. Before taking it off of her he let her down from its usual bun. He just gazed at her for a moment with her hair messy and spread out on the bed. He had missed her these last 6 months. He hadn't traveled since their last adventure together and was practically over the moon that she would be making this next trip with him. He had known all along that he could depend on her to accept the offer but hearing her say it still lifted his heart.
 
((Ugh, I can't believe it took me so long to get to this. So sorry. RL just keeps smacking me around :( ))

Drina yelped when Jesse picked her up. She smacked his ass once he had her over his shoulder. "You are incorrigible, you know."

She grinned at him when he set her on the bed. "Yes. This is exactly what I had in mind." She looked at him a little quizzically when he paused. She reached up and grabbed a handful of his shirt to pull him down to her for a fierce kiss.

"Did I tell you, I've missed you?" She said when she let him up for air. She started working on his belt buckle.
 
((I know the feeling. Winter is supposed to be the slow months, damn it!))

It only took another minute before they had stripped each other. Getting Jesse undressed was made easier by the fact that he wasn't wearing an undershirt. Another thing that would have caused a scandalous reaction back in the States. He almost seemed to take a strange pleasure in being rebellious and disregarding what was considered proper. It went beyond just doing whatever would get him what he wanted and into the realm of enjoying the shocked reactions of others in the process.

He gave Drina a love bite on that spot on her neck she loved and growled at her as if in challenge. As they caressed one another's bodies they also tossed and turned until finally Jesse let Drina climb up on top of him. Ever since the night in Belize when she showed him what she had learned in Turkey he knew he wouldn't mind her being on top more often. He smiled up at her. The Celtic knot tattooed on his arm contrasted with his fair skin and blonde hair. Combined with his athletic build, he looked almost like an ancient Irish warrior who had stepped from the mists of time. But then, he was always an adventurer at heart. Perhaps he really had been born in the wrong era.
 
((If he is a blond, then Jesse has Viking blood in his veins.))

Drina had to laugh when Jesse stopped their gropings leaving her on top. "So you liked that in Belize?" She smirked as she straddled his thighs letting his large cock rest against her mons. "I suppose next you'll want me to depilitate everything again."

She wriggled so she was sitting in his cock rubbing her labia up and down on it. "Mmm, I think I will make you beg for it." She leaned forward pulling his arms above his head and holding them there. She kissed him aggressively and passionately while she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.
 
((That probably should have occurred to me since I have some Swedish blood in me. Eh, write it off as being absent-minded.))

"Oh, I can wait as long as you can," Jesse said defiantly when Drina threatened to make him beg. He returned the kiss with equal passion. This was what he had wanted the most from her. He grew bored with the type of woman who submitted easily. Drina on the other hand was always a challenge. It was what he missed when he was in the States.

He allowed his arms to be restrained. He could have easily overpowered her and turned the tables but he didn't want to end the moment just yet. Jesse hadn't told her yet that his notes and map had indicated that after the first few days of talking to the locals and getting information, they'd be spending most of their time in the wilderness. True, this was usually assumed on their adventures. But it also meant that there was little time for sex until they got back to civilization. He wanted to enjoy this while it lasted and rolled his hips in rhythm with her own.
 
((The Celts had dark hair, but intermingled with the Vikings enough so that there are lots of blonds and redheads in Ireland and Scotland. I think Cuchulain is generally pictured as a redhead.))


"We'll see about that." She rotated her hips, grinding into him with her erotic movements. She kept holding down his arms and kissed him. Teasing kisses breaking off before he could lose himself in one.

She stopped moving and just clenched her muscles around his cock teasing him further. "MMMmmm," she whispered in his ear. "Tell me how much you like this."
 
Jesse groaned and his body lurched unconsciously. But when she whispered in his ear, he responded not with words but a smirk. The same cocky, mischievous smirk he always had when he was about to do something that someone, usually Drina, would tell him not to do.

First, his muscles flexed, then he twisted his arms to wrench them from Drina's grip. He took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms out from under her. Leaving no time to recover he spread his arms out still holding her and pulled her down to him into a passionate kiss. True, he liked her using her exotic talents in bed. But he took her words as a challenge. And he was not about to let it go without a struggle. He made no move to flip them over. His intention was only to remind her that he wouldn't be spellbound by her charms and beauty like so many others were.
 
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Drina gasped in surprise. Jesse was always doing the unexpected. It was one of the things she liked about him. He always kept her guessing.

She returned his kiss letting her tongue battle his while she continued to move against his cock. She relaxed her arms and stopped struggling against him. Her plan was to get him off guard again. But in reality, he was far stronger than she and she could only win this sort of battle if he wanted her to.
 
Jesse rolled his hips to match her. He had missed this. Perhaps they weren't sniping at each other as they usually did, but they were still both strong-willed people and it only encouraged his competitive streak. Not the same, but he was content with this. He pulled her arms back in and let them rest on his chest as his own went to her back. He traced a finger up her spine and allowed his hands to roam, enjoying the curves of her body again after their months apart.

He rolled the two of them over again as his own libido was heating up again and his notoriously short patience was starting to run thin. He fucked slowly at first as he kissed that favorite spot on her neck. "It's nice to savor this when we're not on the run or exhausted from another death-defying escapade," he groaned.
 
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